Work Prophet

Suddenly attacked, the Wing Clan Warriors in the sky seemed somewhat sluggish in their response.

All they heard was a series of crackling noises and saw smoke mysteriously spreading through the forest, but they couldn't see where the enemy was, nor from where the attack came. They just saw their companions falling one by one.

The scene before them inevitably brought back memories of the tragedy at Lake City.

It was again an invisible enemy and attack that had once rendered them invincible; they could only watch helplessly as the warriors of their tribe kept falling, unable to do anything.

That sense of desperation and helplessness almost devoured them, and now, that feeling had emerged once again.

When the gunfire sounded again, some of the Wing Tribe people couldn't take it anymore; they dropped their iron chains and turned to flee.

This time they had come with the determination to die if necessary, to win the war no matter the cost, to defeat Merlin and break the curse because only then could they save their people.

In the previous battle with the White Queen, they had indeed shown such determination, never retreating, no matter how heavy the casualties.

However brutal the White Dragon was, its attacks were always traceable and made sense.

But the Double Rest Sect, especially Prophet Merlin from the Double Rest Sect, his methods had completely exceeded the understanding of these Wing Tribe people. They wanted to dodge but didn't know how, wanted to counterattack but couldn't find a way to do so.

Perhaps, they should never have set foot on this land in the first place.

Many Wing Clan Warriors had such thoughts emerging in their minds; they were battling against a God, and an incredibly powerful one at that.

He had sent a messenger to warn them before taking action, but no one took that warning seriously, simply treating it as a poor joke.

But now, no one could laugh it off anymore.

These Wing Tribe people were already at the end of their strength, merely hanging on by a thread, and once that last bit of hope was also shattered, collapse was inevitable.

Since the start of the war, the Wing Tribe people had already lost more than half their numbers, while Li Yu and the White Queen had remained almost unscathed.

Even the most optimistic person would no longer believe they had a chance, so more and more people chose to turn and flee.

As for the Azure Dragon, which had been barely exerting any effort, seeing the unfavorable situation, it also quickly slipped away, and taking advantage of its speed, it quickly ran to the forefront.

Seeing this, Li Yu commanded the White Dragon to follow, killing a dozen or so Wing Clan Warriors, but these warriors weren't fools either, they immediately dispersed, fleeing desperately in all directions.

Li Yu followed closely and killed a few more, but he was concerned about the battle on the other side and didn't continue the pursuit.

He went back to Tom to put his clothes back on, ate two Snickers bars and a piece of dark chocolate, replenishing the energy he had spent earlier.

Without resting, he returned to the battlefield, approached the Alliance Army from the rear, and had the White Queen spew out flames.

Soon, dozens of Alliance Soldiers were engulfed in the fierce flames, screaming in agony.

Some Firemen did not die immediately; they ran around seeking help, but even if someone wanted to save them on the battlefield, it was hard to find water and they had to watch them being burned alive until, eventually, they fell to the ground motionless.

The return of Li Yu and the White Dragon greatly boosted the morale of the Resistance Army. Many had witnessed their duel with the Wing Clan Warriors, where the White Queen seemed initially to be at a disadvantage and even fled to a distant forest, causing some concern.

Nobody knew what happened there, but the Wing Tribe suddenly met their defeat and began to disperse and flee, leaving only Li Yu and the White Queen to triumphantly pass through.

Tristan also noticed the White Dragon appearing behind him, and panic flickered in his eyes.

The Wing Tribe had confidently promised him they would handle Merlin and his giant dragon, and given their prior string of ferocious successes, Tristan had hardly doubted this promise.

Yet the Wing Tribe had been so quickly and decisively defeated, and in the end, they abandoned him to escape on their own.

Filled with resentment, Tristan had no choice but to continue fighting, swinging his sword and shouting for the Army to hold the line.

But stabilizing the line was not something he could simply wish into being. The Double Rest Sect's iron masses were troublesome enough; the Bratis Continent lacked rocket launchers or armor-piercing rounds, not even a Molotov Cocktail was at hand.

Facing almost entirely armored vehicles, both the Noble Knights and their warriors seemed powerless and were quickly penetrated by the Steel Army.

Then, transmigrators driving modified farm machinery and construction equipment turned around, planning to charge back into the fray.

At this time, the White Dragon also joined the battle, setting fire to people behind the lines, and soon Tristan was overwhelmed with trouble.

Moreover, a noble Lord approached him, stating that he no longer wished to fight. Seeing the Wing Tribesmen fleeing had dampened their fighting spirit, and they also wanted to retreat.

Enraged, Tristan pointed at a Lord named Arundel and yelled, "Retreat? The Wing Tribe has wings; what do we have? Do you plan to outrun that giant dragon overhead with just your legs?!"

The scolded noble Lord sheepishly touched his nose, "But Tristan, they have only one dragon, and we have so many people. How many can that dragon kill?"

"You know we have many people; how can so many of us retreat?" Tristan glared fiercely at Arundel.

The latter shrank back, whispering, "We could abandon the supply wagons and militia, only bringing a small part of the cavalry to break through."

Tristan was so furious he didn't want to speak, but from the corner of his eye, he saw some nobles around him. None of them spoke to scold Arundel; instead, their eyes showed a faint hope.

Tristan was startled, realizing only then that the Army's morale had plummeted to a very dangerous level. Many of the commanding officers had already lost their will to fight, not to mention the ranks below.

In fact, if it weren't for the White Queen wreaking havoc at the rear, some might have already snuck off.

After all, they had been forcibly brought by the Wing Tribe to attack the western region, partly out of fear of the powerful Wing Tribe and partly hoping to make a small fortune here.

These days, many noble families were not in good financial standing. Not everyone had a head for business; apart from farming, war was another opportunity to make some money.

But now, seeing no chance to profit, their desire to continue fighting had vanished, and all were calculating how to save their own lives.